Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.

But we have only begun to love the earth. We have only begun to imagine the fullness of life. How could we tire of hope?-so much is in bud.

Affliction is more apt to suffocate the imagination than to stimulate it.

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.

You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.